Naptime
Title: Naptime
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean, Castiel (Gabriel and Bobby mentioned, Sam/Gabriel mentioned)
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt: 24. Minutes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Nope.
Summary: Every eleven minutes and forty three seconds, Dean fell asleep. Sam knew, he timed it.
Word Count: 1,955 words
Warnings: Narcoleptic!Dean, strong language, put-upon-Sam,
Author Notes: Okay, making fun of a disability is a shitty thing, I know that. But meh, people mock my disabilities all the time. I'm returning the favour. *nods* Suck it up. I have no shame. You've read my fics, really? You think I have any sense of propriety? *grin*
Sam loved Gabriel. Really, he did. Sometimes though, the archangel made it really hard to actually remember why.
Of course, Dean didn't help things. And being completely unimpressed with his baby brother's relationship with the somewhat deranged Archangel made things escalate. He certainly didn't need to banish Gabriel when he walked in on him and Sam lying on the bed Sam had claimed as his own in their current motel room. Actually, that pissed Sam off almost as much as it had pissed Gabriel off.
Dean was lucky Gabriel hadn't smote his ass.
Everyone knew that. As was proven when Castiel frowned at him in disapproval when he arrived to find Sam screaming at Dean in anger, whilst Dean calmly wiped the blood off his hands, scowling at Sam every so often. Castiel had even stepped aside when Gabriel finally got back from wherever he'd been banished to. No chance was Castiel stepping between Dean and Gabriel. He was fairly certain that humans were on to something with the phrase three times and you're out. And well, he'd already died twice. He didn't want to risk it a third time. Not that Sam blamed him. He was pretty fed up of dying as well.
And Dean finally realised that Gabriel? Not just a mischievous, annoying Trickster. Nope. He was an archangel. Sure, Dean knew that in the 'he's called Gabriel, who else did you think he was?' sense, but Sam knew that Dean had always considered Castiel to be more angelic and celestial than Gabriel.
Which, Sam conceded, was true with regards to their presence. Castiel gave off a feeling of pure, warm power. He was pretty much everything you'd expect from an angel. Gabriel wasn't. Sure he gave off a feeling of power, but it was dark and twisted and spiteful.
But Gabriel was an angel. He was an archangel. In terms of actual power, Castiel didn't even factor on the same scale as Gabriel. And Sam knew that Dean had never really taken that into consideration.
Until Gabriel had walked into their motel ten days later, wings casting thunderous shadows on the walls, eyes practically glowing with raw power and anger, and looking highly intimidating. And really hot. Well, in Sam's eyes. Dean just looked like he'd finally realised why everyone knew the name Gabriel. And just why Gabriel was actually the archangel to watch out for.
And Dean had pissed him off.
Royally.
Sam honestly thinks that they were all surprised when all Gabriel did was glower at Dean for a few seconds, narrow his eyes, then click his fingers with a smirk. He had then winked at Sam and left the room.
That was exactly a week ago. They'd spent three days wondering what Gabriel had done to Dean, even Castiel had no clue, and then just as Dean was beginning to think that maybe Gabriel hadn't done anything, and Sam was beginning to feel somewhat sexually deprived, Dean had fallen asleep.
Which wasn't all that strange. Had it been at night, in the motel room, when they were supposed to be sleeping. Not face down into the slice of pie the waitress had just brought over to him.
Laughing was perhaps not the best way to deal with it, when Sam thinks back. But seeing his brother faceplant into his pie was priceless. And was the only reason that he wasn't going to shoot Gabriel in the face the minute he finally came out of hiding.
So for the last four days, Dean had fallen asleep for a few seconds at most every eleven minutes and forty three seconds. The humour side of things would probably die eventually and it would have been dangerous had they been in the middle of a hunt as opposed to finishing it, but Sam had noticed that should they be in trouble, then Dean won't fall asleep until Sam is safe, which Sam appreciated. And Dean bitched about until he fell asleep again.
"I cannot sense my brother." Sam looked over at Castiel and smiled weakly at him, before looking over when Dean walked out of the bathroom at hearing Castiel speaking.
"Cas! Did you fi-" Sam felt his lips twitch in amusement when Dean crumpled to the floor and soon began to snuffle in his sleep, drool beginning to drip from the corner of his mouth.
"He's still narcoleptic I see." Castiel said, moving to sit on the bed opposite Sam with a brief glance to Dean.
"Yep. He'll be awake again in a couple of seconds." Sam said, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable and clicking randomly on links on his laptop. "How you doing Cas?"
"I am doing okay." Castiel said slowly and Sam just knew he was wondering why Sam was asking. He still hadn't quite grasped the concept of small talk. Or manners. He blamed it on the fact that Castiel spent most of his time with Dean, and thus learnt how to act more human from someone who was emotionally stunted and thought manners were possibly a brand of coffee. Not the best role model to have. "I am sorry I have not been able to locate Gabriel."
"Never really expected you to do so in the first place, Cas. He'll show up when he thinks Dean's learnt his lesson. Or drowned in his pie." Sam added as an afterthought, grinning a little in memory. A groan followed swiftly by a muffled curse alerted them to the fact that Dean was awake once more.
"Cas! Did you find that bastard?" Dean asked, sitting up and shaking his head a little to clear it. Sam had to look away so that Dean didn't see him grinning.
"No, Dean, Gabriel is nowhere to be found." Castiel said, and Sam could have sworn that he heard amusement in the angel's voice. "I believe we are going to just have to wait this out."
"Dude! I'm falling asleep every ten minutes!"
"Eleven minutes, forty-three seconds actually." Sam cut in helpfully, biting down on his cheek at the venomous glare Dean shot at him.
"Not helping! And this is your fault!" Dean hissed, and Sam just gaped at Dean.
"How is it my fault? You were the one that banished Gabriel! And freaking archangel, dude! That is not my fault!" Sam exclaimed, watching Dean as he shakily stood up and walked over to stand in front of Sam.
"He was groping you! I was protecting the innocence of my baby brother! I did what every respectable big brother would do!" Dean said, and Sam shook his head, looking past Dean to see that even Castiel looked disbelieving.
"Dean, I can assure you that I wasn't against what Gabriel was doing to me and I am so very far from being innocent. Even if I had stayed innocent after draining a couple of demons of their blood, then I handed if over quite willingly to Gabriel when I slept with him, again, willingly, six months ago."
"Six months! Six months! Sammy! He-he-why?" Dean asked, stumbling back a little and sitting heavily on the bed next to Castiel, who was watching the pair with a look of vague amusement.
"Well, he's really well hung, don't let his height fool you and he really does have magical, magical fingers. Honestly, I'd be a fool to say no. Plus, he's really bendy. I mean really bend-" Sam stopped when the look of horror on Dean's face disappeared as his eyes rolled back and he fell backwards on the bed. "Huh, so either he's passed out in shock, or twelve minutes have passed since you got here."
"Twelve minutes have passed." Castiel told him, lips twitching into a smile. "When do you believe that Gabriel will decide Dean had learnt his lesson?"
"Why'd you think I'd know?" Sam asked, looking at Castiel in confusion, which double when Castiel actually smirked at him. Sam decided he was going to have to keep an eye on how much time Castiel spent around Dean from now on. It was having a decidedly creepy affect on the angel.
"I know you have been with Gabriel for far longer than six months. You were the reason that Gabriel decided to help us in the first place." Castiel pointed out, and Sam just knew he was gaping.
"How…"
"I've grown close to my brother since you and he began your relationship. I supposed I should thank you for that." Castiel admitted with a small shrug and a grin, before looking over at Dean when he groaned once more. "If you call for him, he'll come you know."
"I know."
"So why don't you?"
"Because this is still funny." Sam admitted with an evil smirk, which Castiel mirrored. Both wiped the smiles from their faces when Dean whined in the back of his throat and slowly sat up again.
"Again?"
"Yep. Gotta hope Gabriel forgives you soon, or I'm taking you to Bobby's. He deserves the laugh." Sam said, out and out laughing when Dean looked at him in horror.
"Sammy… you can't do that to me, man!"
"Sure I can, Dean. It'd be downright selfish of me to deprive him of something this good. Right, Castiel?" Sam asked, and Castiel ducked his head, hiding the smile that Sam knew was on his face.
"Cas? Sam? Come on! Gabriel! Gabriel, you get your ass down here right now and make me normal again!" Dean yelled, and Sam snickered before he covered it with a cough.
"He won't come, Dean." Sam said, with a smirk and even Castiel looked at him in confusion.
"What? How do you know? He might have decided I've learnt whatever lesson it is he's trying to teach me or whatever!" Dean said and Sam shook his head with a grin.
"Nope." Sam said, popping the p. "He won't come, because I haven't asked him to come."
"What? You-"
"Me? Yep. Admittedly, the narcolepsy part was his idea, but how long this goes on, that's my decision. Maybe that'll make you reconsider banishing the guy trying to get into my pants!" Sam hissed and Dean flinched back from him and then looked at him mournfully.
"Sammy…"
"No. I don't think you've learnt your lesson just yet, Dean." Sam said, crossing his arms over his chest, then turning back to look at his laptop and typing a couple of things.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked him suspiciously and Sam chuckled darkly.
"Research."
"Research for what?"
"Gabe said I can decide what your next lesson will be. How do you feel about Erectile Dysfunction?" Sam cackled as Dean whimpered then slumped to the side in sleep. "That was fun, think I should call Gabriel now?"
"It might be the kind thing to do." Castiel agreed, looking highly amused at the turn of events.
"Maybe we should let him sweat for a little longer." Sam said, leaning over to poke Dean's shin.
"Perhaps let him fall asleep into a slice of pie one more time, then ask Gabriel to show." Castiel suggested slyly, and Sam was shocked into laughing loudly, clutching at his stomach as it began to ache.
"Brilliant idea!"
End Note: I think it's safe to say that my mind is probably a little messed up. *snicker* I was going to make it so that Dean actually had cataplexy, which means he'd collapse/faint/fall asleep/blackout every time he felt a strong emotion, such as laughing. But, well, narcolepsy helped me to tie it in to a prompt a little easier. Heh. Though the thought of Dean falling asleep every time he laughed is quite amusing, no? And yeah… like I said above, it's wrong to mock disorders, but whatever. Who hasn't mocked bipolar people? Yeah, exactly. I'm just getting my own back. *nod* And yes, I'm pissy. Pfft. It's 7:30am over here and I haven't actually slept yet... *whines*
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean, Castiel (Gabriel and Bobby mentioned, Sam/Gabriel mentioned)
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt: 24. Minutes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Nope.
Summary: Every eleven minutes and forty three seconds, Dean fell asleep. Sam knew, he timed it.
Word Count: 1,955 words
Warnings: Narcoleptic!Dean, strong language, put-upon-Sam,
Author Notes: Okay, making fun of a disability is a shitty thing, I know that. But meh, people mock my disabilities all the time. I'm returning the favour. *nods* Suck it up. I have no shame. You've read my fics, really? You think I have any sense of propriety? *grin*
Sam loved Gabriel. Really, he did. Sometimes though, the archangel made it really hard to actually remember why.
Of course, Dean didn't help things. And being completely unimpressed with his baby brother's relationship with the somewhat deranged Archangel made things escalate. He certainly didn't need to banish Gabriel when he walked in on him and Sam lying on the bed Sam had claimed as his own in their current motel room. Actually, that pissed Sam off almost as much as it had pissed Gabriel off.
Dean was lucky Gabriel hadn't smote his ass.
Everyone knew that. As was proven when Castiel frowned at him in disapproval when he arrived to find Sam screaming at Dean in anger, whilst Dean calmly wiped the blood off his hands, scowling at Sam every so often. Castiel had even stepped aside when Gabriel finally got back from wherever he'd been banished to. No chance was Castiel stepping between Dean and Gabriel. He was fairly certain that humans were on to something with the phrase three times and you're out. And well, he'd already died twice. He didn't want to risk it a third time. Not that Sam blamed him. He was pretty fed up of dying as well.
And Dean finally realised that Gabriel? Not just a mischievous, annoying Trickster. Nope. He was an archangel. Sure, Dean knew that in the 'he's called Gabriel, who else did you think he was?' sense, but Sam knew that Dean had always considered Castiel to be more angelic and celestial than Gabriel.
Which, Sam conceded, was true with regards to their presence. Castiel gave off a feeling of pure, warm power. He was pretty much everything you'd expect from an angel. Gabriel wasn't. Sure he gave off a feeling of power, but it was dark and twisted and spiteful.
But Gabriel was an angel. He was an archangel. In terms of actual power, Castiel didn't even factor on the same scale as Gabriel. And Sam knew that Dean had never really taken that into consideration.
Until Gabriel had walked into their motel ten days later, wings casting thunderous shadows on the walls, eyes practically glowing with raw power and anger, and looking highly intimidating. And really hot. Well, in Sam's eyes. Dean just looked like he'd finally realised why everyone knew the name Gabriel. And just why Gabriel was actually the archangel to watch out for.
And Dean had pissed him off.
Royally.
Sam honestly thinks that they were all surprised when all Gabriel did was glower at Dean for a few seconds, narrow his eyes, then click his fingers with a smirk. He had then winked at Sam and left the room.
That was exactly a week ago. They'd spent three days wondering what Gabriel had done to Dean, even Castiel had no clue, and then just as Dean was beginning to think that maybe Gabriel hadn't done anything, and Sam was beginning to feel somewhat sexually deprived, Dean had fallen asleep.
Which wasn't all that strange. Had it been at night, in the motel room, when they were supposed to be sleeping. Not face down into the slice of pie the waitress had just brought over to him.
Laughing was perhaps not the best way to deal with it, when Sam thinks back. But seeing his brother faceplant into his pie was priceless. And was the only reason that he wasn't going to shoot Gabriel in the face the minute he finally came out of hiding.
So for the last four days, Dean had fallen asleep for a few seconds at most every eleven minutes and forty three seconds. The humour side of things would probably die eventually and it would have been dangerous had they been in the middle of a hunt as opposed to finishing it, but Sam had noticed that should they be in trouble, then Dean won't fall asleep until Sam is safe, which Sam appreciated. And Dean bitched about until he fell asleep again.
"I cannot sense my brother." Sam looked over at Castiel and smiled weakly at him, before looking over when Dean walked out of the bathroom at hearing Castiel speaking.
"Cas! Did you fi-" Sam felt his lips twitch in amusement when Dean crumpled to the floor and soon began to snuffle in his sleep, drool beginning to drip from the corner of his mouth.
"He's still narcoleptic I see." Castiel said, moving to sit on the bed opposite Sam with a brief glance to Dean.
"Yep. He'll be awake again in a couple of seconds." Sam said, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable and clicking randomly on links on his laptop. "How you doing Cas?"
"I am doing okay." Castiel said slowly and Sam just knew he was wondering why Sam was asking. He still hadn't quite grasped the concept of small talk. Or manners. He blamed it on the fact that Castiel spent most of his time with Dean, and thus learnt how to act more human from someone who was emotionally stunted and thought manners were possibly a brand of coffee. Not the best role model to have. "I am sorry I have not been able to locate Gabriel."
"Never really expected you to do so in the first place, Cas. He'll show up when he thinks Dean's learnt his lesson. Or drowned in his pie." Sam added as an afterthought, grinning a little in memory. A groan followed swiftly by a muffled curse alerted them to the fact that Dean was awake once more.
"Cas! Did you find that bastard?" Dean asked, sitting up and shaking his head a little to clear it. Sam had to look away so that Dean didn't see him grinning.
"No, Dean, Gabriel is nowhere to be found." Castiel said, and Sam could have sworn that he heard amusement in the angel's voice. "I believe we are going to just have to wait this out."
"Dude! I'm falling asleep every ten minutes!"
"Eleven minutes, forty-three seconds actually." Sam cut in helpfully, biting down on his cheek at the venomous glare Dean shot at him.
"Not helping! And this is your fault!" Dean hissed, and Sam just gaped at Dean.
"How is it my fault? You were the one that banished Gabriel! And freaking archangel, dude! That is not my fault!" Sam exclaimed, watching Dean as he shakily stood up and walked over to stand in front of Sam.
"He was groping you! I was protecting the innocence of my baby brother! I did what every respectable big brother would do!" Dean said, and Sam shook his head, looking past Dean to see that even Castiel looked disbelieving.
"Dean, I can assure you that I wasn't against what Gabriel was doing to me and I am so very far from being innocent. Even if I had stayed innocent after draining a couple of demons of their blood, then I handed if over quite willingly to Gabriel when I slept with him, again, willingly, six months ago."
"Six months! Six months! Sammy! He-he-why?" Dean asked, stumbling back a little and sitting heavily on the bed next to Castiel, who was watching the pair with a look of vague amusement.
"Well, he's really well hung, don't let his height fool you and he really does have magical, magical fingers. Honestly, I'd be a fool to say no. Plus, he's really bendy. I mean really bend-" Sam stopped when the look of horror on Dean's face disappeared as his eyes rolled back and he fell backwards on the bed. "Huh, so either he's passed out in shock, or twelve minutes have passed since you got here."
"Twelve minutes have passed." Castiel told him, lips twitching into a smile. "When do you believe that Gabriel will decide Dean had learnt his lesson?"
"Why'd you think I'd know?" Sam asked, looking at Castiel in confusion, which double when Castiel actually smirked at him. Sam decided he was going to have to keep an eye on how much time Castiel spent around Dean from now on. It was having a decidedly creepy affect on the angel.
"I know you have been with Gabriel for far longer than six months. You were the reason that Gabriel decided to help us in the first place." Castiel pointed out, and Sam just knew he was gaping.
"How…"
"I've grown close to my brother since you and he began your relationship. I supposed I should thank you for that." Castiel admitted with a small shrug and a grin, before looking over at Dean when he groaned once more. "If you call for him, he'll come you know."
"I know."
"So why don't you?"
"Because this is still funny." Sam admitted with an evil smirk, which Castiel mirrored. Both wiped the smiles from their faces when Dean whined in the back of his throat and slowly sat up again.
"Again?"
"Yep. Gotta hope Gabriel forgives you soon, or I'm taking you to Bobby's. He deserves the laugh." Sam said, out and out laughing when Dean looked at him in horror.
"Sammy… you can't do that to me, man!"
"Sure I can, Dean. It'd be downright selfish of me to deprive him of something this good. Right, Castiel?" Sam asked, and Castiel ducked his head, hiding the smile that Sam knew was on his face.
"Cas? Sam? Come on! Gabriel! Gabriel, you get your ass down here right now and make me normal again!" Dean yelled, and Sam snickered before he covered it with a cough.
"He won't come, Dean." Sam said, with a smirk and even Castiel looked at him in confusion.
"What? How do you know? He might have decided I've learnt whatever lesson it is he's trying to teach me or whatever!" Dean said and Sam shook his head with a grin.
"Nope." Sam said, popping the p. "He won't come, because I haven't asked him to come."
"What? You-"
"Me? Yep. Admittedly, the narcolepsy part was his idea, but how long this goes on, that's my decision. Maybe that'll make you reconsider banishing the guy trying to get into my pants!" Sam hissed and Dean flinched back from him and then looked at him mournfully.
"Sammy…"
"No. I don't think you've learnt your lesson just yet, Dean." Sam said, crossing his arms over his chest, then turning back to look at his laptop and typing a couple of things.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked him suspiciously and Sam chuckled darkly.
"Research."
"Research for what?"
"Gabe said I can decide what your next lesson will be. How do you feel about Erectile Dysfunction?" Sam cackled as Dean whimpered then slumped to the side in sleep. "That was fun, think I should call Gabriel now?"
"It might be the kind thing to do." Castiel agreed, looking highly amused at the turn of events.
"Maybe we should let him sweat for a little longer." Sam said, leaning over to poke Dean's shin.
"Perhaps let him fall asleep into a slice of pie one more time, then ask Gabriel to show." Castiel suggested slyly, and Sam was shocked into laughing loudly, clutching at his stomach as it began to ache.
"Brilliant idea!"
End Note: I think it's safe to say that my mind is probably a little messed up. *snicker* I was going to make it so that Dean actually had cataplexy, which means he'd collapse/faint/fall asleep/blackout every time he felt a strong emotion, such as laughing. But, well, narcolepsy helped me to tie it in to a prompt a little easier. Heh. Though the thought of Dean falling asleep every time he laughed is quite amusing, no? And yeah… like I said above, it's wrong to mock disorders, but whatever. Who hasn't mocked bipolar people? Yeah, exactly. I'm just getting my own back. *nod* And yes, I'm pissy. Pfft. It's 7:30am over here and I haven't actually slept yet... *whines*